C167 Miaomiao Always Likes to Joke Around

Narrowing his eyes, Huo Tianqing stopped walking toward the stairs. He walked around the coffee table and picked up Soong Miao's bag from the sofa. He took out her phone.

The caller ID on his face showed that although there was no name, with Huo Tianqing's extraordinary memory, he knew who this number belonged to.

A cold glint flashed across his eyes